|The playroom is taken over by the clothes horse.|
|My bed is taken over with washing to sort, fold and put away.|
Sundays are known as Daddy Day in this house for a reason. Daddy looks after the boys while Mummy has a little lie in with a cup of coffee and a croissant, then sorts and puts away washing and tends to various other tasks that cannot be done with children "helping".
Mothers Day, on the other hand, means getting up earlier to "Oooh and Ahh" at the gifts and then chase everyone around to get ready for the long drive to Nanny and Poppy's house. Of course Mummy is the driver as Daddy has lost his licence, AGAIN.
So as you can see, Mother's Day is not my favourite event on the calendar as it invariably means I spend all week catching up.
Call me grumpy and ungrateful, but I just don't enjoy Mother's Day. I hope you enjoyed yours!